It occurs to me that sometimes intimacy within a marriage can be a chore. A friend told me that and it stuck in my mind like corn between the teeth. This is not, of course, how a marriage should operate, but it seems that most marriages I am familiar with operate in this fashion. Sex is something of a quick affair stuffed in between pick ups and practices, done hastily before the teeth are brushed and the first child cries out at night. There remains little opportunity to luxuriate in any form of intimacy in a marriage frought with kids. This is why a good partner invests in an even better babysitter–preferably an unattractive one in order to allay fears and insecurities.
I’m enjoying this weekend more than usual. I slept in, i’m going to play football in the morning, and I know that I don’t need to show up to work on monday. I can let that work sit for another 12 hrs and not rush through it all on sunday. I can take the time to really enjoy my kids and play video games and watch movies like I don’t have a care in the world. It is amazing how much one extra day really matters.